Submissions by BruceBurkard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Bruce Burkard and I compose poetry on the following subjects; spiritual, nature, political, and nonsense.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 2:48pm
6th Mar 2013 2:48pm
Food for Thought
Driving a car with a shimmy an shake
Might be known as a lemon
A sour headache.
You might be in a pickle
If you smash a hive
And angry bees swarm out
Sting you alive.
Might a basketball player
Who is thin and tall
Be known as a string bean
Dribbling a ball?
After picking red apples
From beneath a fall sky
If you know how to bake them
It's easy as pie.
If something most difficult
You undertake -
Then make it look easy
It's a piece of cake.
If someone mistakes you
For a person of fame...
Might be known as a lemon
A sour headache.
You might be in a pickle
If you smash a hive
And angry bees swarm out
Sting you alive.
Might a basketball player
Who is thin and tall
Be known as a string bean
Dribbling a ball?
After picking red apples
From beneath a fall sky
If you know how to bake them
It's easy as pie.
If something most difficult
You undertake -
Then make it look easy
It's a piece of cake.
If someone mistakes you
For a person of fame...
954 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 3:35pm
25th Feb 2013 3:35pm
Walk on By
Walk on by
I'm waiting for you.
Walk on by
Springs the time to call.
Walk on by
My love is waiting for you.
Walk on by
Its summer in the mall.
Walk on by
Time is very fleeting.
Walk on by
Perhaps we'll meet in fall.
Walk on by
Winter snow is falling.
Walk on by
Now to late to call.
Walk on by
My heart is aching for you.
Walk on by
Perhaps next life you'll call.
I'm waiting for you.
Walk on by
Springs the time to call.
Walk on by
My love is waiting for you.
Walk on by
Its summer in the mall.
Walk on by
Time is very fleeting.
Walk on by
Perhaps we'll meet in fall.
Walk on by
Winter snow is falling.
Walk on by
Now to late to call.
Walk on by
My heart is aching for you.
Walk on by
Perhaps next life you'll call.
889 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 2:53pm
12th Feb 2013 2:53pm
Torn Pages
I tried to describe the Lord
in all of His bounteousness -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe how the macrocosm
lies within the microcosm -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe God dancing and frolicking
in a kaleidoscope of forms -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe the sweetness of the inner music,
the unending song of the universe -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe how tender and sweet God's love can...
in all of His bounteousness -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe how the macrocosm
lies within the microcosm -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe God dancing and frolicking
in a kaleidoscope of forms -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe the sweetness of the inner music,
the unending song of the universe -
But the page tore and I could write no more.
I tried to describe how tender and sweet God's love can...
724 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 2:36pm
11th Feb 2013 2:36pm
Many Paths
There are many paths
Through the forest of illusion
On the soul's journey back to God.
The many paths converge into one
At the conclusion of the journey
When the soul's merge back in God.
Although many soul's
Walk the same path
No two journeys are exactly alike.
Each soul's journey
Has been specifically designed by God
As it takes flight
From the alone to the alone.
Through the forest of illusion
On the soul's journey back to God.
The many paths converge into one
At the conclusion of the journey
When the soul's merge back in God.
Although many soul's
Walk the same path
No two journeys are exactly alike.
Each soul's journey
Has been specifically designed by God
As it takes flight
From the alone to the alone.
800 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 9:45pm
5th Feb 2013 9:45pm
One with You
Purify my heart and mind
In your blue golden light
Til my false colors vanish
I sparkle pure and bright.
Brighter than the noonday sun
Brighter than its light -
Till I become one with You
Stainless, clean and white.
Though the clouds that whorl about me
Be dense, and dark, and grey -
When your golden light embraces me
My self dissolves away.
In your blue golden light
Til my false colors vanish
I sparkle pure and bright.
Brighter than the noonday sun
Brighter than its light -
Till I become one with You
Stainless, clean and white.
Though the clouds that whorl about me
Be dense, and dark, and grey -
When your golden light embraces me
My self dissolves away.
755 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2013 2:35pm
4th Feb 2013 2:35pm
Our Best Good
Are the tears rolling down my cheeks
About my possessions lost?
Or -
About my freedom gained?
We should always accept
Whatever come our way with gratitude -
Knowing that it comes from the Lord,
That sweet love that is within us
And -
Is always for our best good.
About my possessions lost?
Or -
About my freedom gained?
We should always accept
Whatever come our way with gratitude -
Knowing that it comes from the Lord,
That sweet love that is within us
And -
Is always for our best good.
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 2:24pm
24th Jan 2013 2:24pm
Strange Happenings
It was a beautiful day in the park. I was sitting on the lawn beneath a large spreading maple tree. In front of me was a large block of marble. An artist was sculpting this statue of a young man - or was it a young lady? It was difficult to tell because as I observed the statue one figure blended into the other and back again. I thought what a great masterpiece this is. Then to my surprise the artist kept right on sculpting and carving and now the statue took on a softer appearance - almost angel like with very fine lines. I thought Wow! this is truly a great masterpiece most worthy of great...
845 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 4:12pm
6th Jan 2013 4:12pm
Pathway of Love
We are born into this world
To sing the remembrance of the Lord.
Maulana Rumi has said,
"This is the one thing in the world
We must never forget."
Sant Kirpal Singh Ji has said,
"God first and everything else second."
For the lover the whole path back to God
Is contained within Love.
The path is Love itself.
Dearest Seeker,
How goes your journey
Along the path of Love?
To sing the remembrance of the Lord.
Maulana Rumi has said,
"This is the one thing in the world
We must never forget."
Sant Kirpal Singh Ji has said,
"God first and everything else second."
For the lover the whole path back to God
Is contained within Love.
The path is Love itself.
Dearest Seeker,
How goes your journey
Along the path of Love?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 3:49pm
6th Jan 2013 3:49pm
You Can Have It All
My granddaughter has a sign on her shirt
Which reads,
"You can have it all."
However -
What it did not explain was -
You can have it all
Only when you have nothing.
If you understand this paradoxical statement
You might be on the path
To enlightenment.
Which reads,
"You can have it all."
However -
What it did not explain was -
You can have it all
Only when you have nothing.
If you understand this paradoxical statement
You might be on the path
To enlightenment.
790 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 6:38pm
5th Jan 2013 6:38pm
Railroad Signs
The way to travel the Spiritual Path
Is to follow the railroad signs -
Stop -
All thoughts
And meditate within.
Look -
At the inner lights
The Lord sends to you.
Listen -
To the Holy Melodies
The Lord is playing within you.
And then -
You will not be run over
By the time lords railroad train.
Is to follow the railroad signs -
Stop -
All thoughts
And meditate within.
Look -
At the inner lights
The Lord sends to you.
Listen -
To the Holy Melodies
The Lord is playing within you.
And then -
You will not be run over
By the time lords railroad train.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 6:00pm
25th Dec 2012 6:00pm
Masculine and Feminine Forms
In a dream I saw
A masculine form superimposed
Over a feminine form.
The forms were floating
In a crystal clear deep blue sea.
The sounds of many kinds of bells
Were ringing in this space.
Out of the forms the entire creation
Was being made manifest and sustained.
Looking closer
I saw that the forms were me.
A masculine form superimposed
Over a feminine form.
The forms were floating
In a crystal clear deep blue sea.
The sounds of many kinds of bells
Were ringing in this space.
Out of the forms the entire creation
Was being made manifest and sustained.
Looking closer
I saw that the forms were me.
778 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 2:33pm
24th Dec 2012 2:33pm
Lord of the Lord of Time
The lord of time as cast a net
To catch those souls
Who live under his starry sky
On the earth plane.
We must turn to the Master within,
To the Lord of the lord of time
In order to escape this net.
If not -
We are a long time trapped
In the lower realms of time
And -
Eons on the wheel of transmigration.
Dearest Seeker,
How goes your inner search
For the Lord of the lord of time?
To catch those souls
Who live under his starry sky
On the earth plane.
We must turn to the Master within,
To the Lord of the lord of time
In order to escape this net.
If not -
We are a long time trapped
In the lower realms of time
And -
Eons on the wheel of transmigration.
Dearest Seeker,
How goes your inner search
For the Lord of the lord of time?
665 reads
2 Comments
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